It felt odd, being out, being downtown, at a bar at five. Too early to have a drink and of course no one smokes, so it felt a bit like an AA meeting at the American Lung Association. We talked about mid-life crises; I seem to be the only one inclined to grab the mike and sing ‘Is That All There Is,’as the Uke is full of great bright rude cheer ‘” sharklike, he moves ever forward. He’s a salesman; he brings his own chum to the table. The Swede is somewhat more splenetic and practical ‘” he is an engineer, after all. Me, I’m the Artist, which means I’m the crybaby.